Wednesday 26 June 2013
Sunday 23 June 2013
Friday 21 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- We Sing In Tongues
Victor sat in a corner making a woman of clay: saying " I am Alpha and Omega.
I shall come to judge the earth one day."
We sing in tongues and speak for all.
I shall come to judge the earth one day."
We sing in tongues and speak for all.
Thursday 20 June 2013
Wednesday 19 June 2013
Monday 17 June 2013
Sunday 16 June 2013
Saturday 15 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- Sometimes Everyone Loses
Once upon a time, in an imaginary place. Angels staged an imaginary coup. We counted commas and empty full stops, we cleansed all colons and questioned marks and dashes... Bullet holes rained like rocks. We lay low in fields of snow and tried not to fall backwards.
Sometimes the bad ones win, sometimes everyone loses.
Sometimes the bad ones win, sometimes everyone loses.
Friday 14 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- Ghosts
Ghosts hang out near water sources; bathrooms and kitchens mainly. They catch up with family gossip, pull helpful strings and escort loved ones home. Sometimes, they love us too much, feel the separation keenly and cry softly.
Thursday 13 June 2013
Wednesday 12 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- Unfertilized Eggs
The laugh was as evil as the angel dared to make it. The seduction had begun...He offered to fertilize her eggs, she wanted a ring.He tried to work out what he could get away with...She gathered feathers for their nest.
Tuesday 11 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- I Collect The Winnings
He drove me to despair in a stretch black limo, a short scenic drive that started on my birthday. Now I wear blue and sweep dust under our bed. I collect the winnings.
Monday 10 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- When I Was A Child
When I was a child I was convinced my toys had their own secret lives and I physically ached to be part of it. Anything would have been better than my reality. I so longed for a world of magic, fairies and Enid Blyton realms to exist. I talked to cats, birds and ants in the hopes of finding common ground. Growing up only made the world smaller, drabber and less interesting. Nothing could match my imagination and that is something I'll never get over.
Sunday 9 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- It's Out Of Our Hands
Monday 3 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- Little People
When we ran for cover, the only cover was brutal with a stony breast and an evil eye. Why we didn't fight back is a short story; short without sweetness. Common, sad and boring; we were the little people.
Sunday 2 June 2013
Moleskine Pages- The Lights Kept On Flashing
They tried every which way to loosen the ties, but the dogs kept on barking, the lights kept on flashing, and angels still feared to tread, to fly, to drink.
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